Teleeclectic

 December 30, 2017

On a Friday evening of rush hour traffic

I saw a disturbing sight after getting X-rays on my right foot.

I saw people ignoring an unconscious African American male in his fifties.

He was laid out in the street in front of a busy liquor store of holiday sales.

The brutal cold was made colder by indifference of passerby people.

I turned around and saw the 41 Precinct on Longwood Avenue.

The lobby of the precinct was changed after 9/11.

It reminded me of barbwires between East Berlin and West Berlin before The Wall came down. The grim atmosphere took me back to an abandoned precinct in a 1990s video game on a zombie apocalypse called Resident Evil.

Every cop turned around as the desk sergeant looked up while I pulled down my dark beetle green hood. I have memories of being harassed by cops and detectives to take the police test. One of my uncles is a hard-nosed cop and another one is a correction officer.  

At the Bronx County Courthouse, a judge lectured me on the importance of being beneficial to society.

However, my religion in my childhood was to sit in front of an eye and wait for hands to light a fuse.

Good morning, Dan.

Your mission, if you decide to accept, is to help that poor man from freezing to death that would cause a public relations nightmare for the 41 Precinct.

As always, if you are accused of grandstanding, you will be disavowed of good clean unselfish citizenship. Good luck, Dan.

I stared at the poor man and thought, but for the grace of God, there goes I.

I turned myself into a flare of emotion on the highway of life and waved down a flashing squad cop that sped around the corner of Longwood Avenue. A tall beefy cop got out and put his hat on as he walked by me with a look of mild disgust upon the sight of the poor man in the freezer the weather has turned ‘Gotham City’.

That expression on his face if taken to the extreme can result into people being lined up and shot as seen on an old Star Trek episode called Bread & Circuses. It can result in poor people being turned into high protein crackers to feed the rich in a time of famine.

These days due to mild mannered apartheid, I see myself as an energy based entity who turns into a mentally disturbed Puerto Rican instead of a good looking white guy in Smallville just to get The X Files off my back.

I look upon America with alien eyes akin to the big ones on a baby at the end of the film 2001: A Space Odyssey, directed by a man who grew up in The Bronx, a mediation on the end result of evolution on the better angels of human nature.  

 This country is like The USS Enterprise. I help it because, like you and your crew, captain, I want to go home. I turn around and see the cops stand over the poor man.

I walk into the night to soon find myself grateful for a hot shower, grateful for a home cooked meal and grateful for a bed from which I can see Marvel’s Agents Of Shield, which was preempted by a special edition of 20/20.

 You can’t always get what you want but I want to wish you a future where dreams come true far away from virtual reality. The end of 2017 means wishing for a Happy New Tear.

I mean Year.

Or like Steve Martin said

Nah.

Hobo With A Library Card: The Movie Copyrighted 2017 By DAAD

Daniel Angel Aponte Dreamer

Feel free to share a new hope

Little Jedi

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